Sophie Turner or Maisie Williams

You give her the names of the two actresses who play the Stark girls, because she asked you for names, and with no real expectation that Emilia will really return with anyone, you toss a couple of them at her.

She seems satisfied, nods her head and disappears out the door.

You roll your eyes. You doubt you'll ever see her again, let alone a day later with another Game of Thrones actress.

And the next day you think you're proven right. While there's a little part of you that hopes to be proven wrong, you're not surprised that Emilia doesn't show up.

But you are surprised when she shows up a day later. With not just Sophie Turner or Maisie Williams but both of them.

Emilia trots up to your counter early after you open in the morning, wearing a white shirt, no bra, you can see her pink nipples beneath, and yoga pants. Sophie is wearing a little green dress, lower cut than any you've seen her in on TV (after all her character is pretty conservative) and higher cut too. It's practically a tight bit of fabric wrapped around her mid-section. And Maisie has on a pair of short shorts and a mesh shirt, more than visibly displaying a black lacy bra. They're both slutted up with makeup and lipstick. The british term for this would be chav. Of course you're not focused on terminology. You're focused on all the famous flesh on display in front of your eyes.

"Now do you believe me?" Emilia asks. Sophie and Maisie smile at you.

"Believe what?" you can barely remember what point she was trying to make originally. You can barely believe that this is happening.

"That Game of Thrones is basically one non-stop orgy." Emilia says proudly.

You think about it for a second. You're still not sure why she cares that you care. And even though you're starting to believe her, being skeptical has gotten you this far. So you shrug. "Because the three of you are dressed slutty?"

Emilia's nostrils flare with frustration. "Sophie, tell him how we celebrated your 18th birthday." She demands

Sophie Turner smiles, and lowers her head shyly, her red locks falling in front of her eyes. "I wanted to suck off Richard Madden" She says. You recognize that she's referring to the actor who played Robb Stark, her brother. "And I wanted everyone to watch."

You don't react. You just stand behind the counter, trying your best not to make it apparent that your cock is getting very hard. Even if these famous girls are lying, the lie is still turning you on.

"And Maisie what did you want to do for your 18th?" Emilia asks.

Maisie smiles a big goofy smile. "I wanted to suck off everyone. And I didn't care if anyone watched." She raises her eyebrows at you, as if to ask if you're impressed.

"And how many cocks did you suck off that day?" Emilia is so insistent that you know this.

"Twenty-seven" Maisie says proudly.

"Now?" Emilia asks you.

You decide to make one more attempt at defiance, and see where it gets you. "All talk." You say. "you ladies can come in here and try to convince me as much as you want, but you're actresses. Your job is to convince people of stories. You want me to believe that you're horny? Okay, fine. Whatever."

Emilia can't stand it anymore. The only thing you can possibly deduce is that she's wildly turned on by revealing these details to people, and everyone thus far has been more than eager to believe her. You wonder if you're the first to openly doubt her.

Maybe, maybe not. But doing so is certainly fun.

"You want more than talk? Okay. I'll give you more than talk." She turns toward Sophie and Maisie. "Girls I think you do what you did at this year's wrap party."

"Right here?" Sophie asks, not particularly shy about it, but just checking.

"Right here." Emilia says